Never did human sculptor

Carve such perfection of outline and form:

Never did human artist

Devise such delicate blending of tint and texture and

shade:

Never did human poet
Utter in human language a loveliness so divine.

With deep heart of joy

We render our thanks to the Sculptor who wrought

thee so fair,

To the artist who limned thee so bright,
To the Poet, the Maker, whose master-thought
Created thee thus from the void.

G

OD hold thee close to Himself,
This day and all days;

God save thee from loneliness, all the way on,

From stark desolation of spirit,

From hopeless, despairing famine of love.

God fence in thy life with His own great love:

God train thee and shape thee, in beauty and grace,

Unto a manhood wide-hearted, redemptive,

A manhood selfless, pitiful, Christlike,

That so, through thy life,

Love may break its way forth amongst men

And go forward in triumph undying.

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